Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.